"eyeopener" poems
In this dead warmth by the bed,
A minion on alert sat mute.
He is my eyeopener.
Be true, hell.
Amen.
-Idle Wrath
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There are many weapons
beneath my bed.
The ammunition is
not real.
The bullets are
inside my head.
-Wild Heart
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 3:05 PM UTC